does.
The bell rings, and I’m off to the technology center. I walk as quickly as I can past the plaque that says “Warrington Hall.” It’s hard to be anonymous when your name is everywhere.
At the end of sixth period, the last class of the day, I meet up with Emily and Lucy at our lockers. We’ve had the same lockers since freshman year, so it’s our central hub. Emily is laughing, but Lucy looks upset.
“What up?” I open my locker to put in all the new textbooks I’ve been lugging around.
“You’re gonna love it,” Emily squees with joy in an octave as high as a little girl. She bounces up and down.
I laugh. “Oh, goody. Something happen to Coral?”
Emily nods.
“Wait, what?”
Lucy, behind Emily, looks solemn compared to Emily’s obvious excitement; whatever it is, it must be bad.
“Whoa, calm down Em. What happened?” I ask quietly. There are a few people looking over our way.
“Aw, well, it was epic! So, after assembly, I had World History with her, and she had this nosebleed. Nothing big, but like, it wouldn’t stop. Tissue after tissue. She was wiping away her makeup with it, blood and foundation mixed up, so gross. It got everywhere, and Ms. Johnston, old bottle glasses, was like blind to it. She told Coral to get a little princess grip and deal until after class, to see the nurse. It was hilarious; the extravagant fit Coral was throwing. Then Lucy came in at the bell, and Coral ran into her and SPLAT! Coral, face-down, nose busted! Her skirt up over her ass.” Emily is wide-eyed and giggling.
“I think she chipped a tooth,” Lucy says. “I was sent from the library, during my free period, to deliver a few books Ms. Johnston wanted. I feel horrible.”
“Whatevs, you shouldn’t. It was an accident. Coral is as mean as a rattlesnake. Happy to see she bleeds like the rest of us.”
I can’t believe it. She got a nosebleed. Karma is on my side. I grin at my friends. “Did she go home?”
“Coast is clear. No more Coral sightings,” Emily says. “This is gonna be a great year; I can feel it!”
Lucy’s eyes are cast down to the ground as we exit the school. My phone sounds with a text from Daniel; he has football practice and will call me later. I beam, getting into Lucy’s car.
I try to reassure Lucy in the driveway at my house, but her mood stays the same. She turns up her stereo and heads back down the driveway. She must be worried about a Coral repercussion. She’s famous for them. Strangely, I’m not worried. Bring it.
Chapter Three
I t’s only three in the afternoon, and I have an hour and a half before my appointment with Dr. Evan. So like most well-adjusted academic kids, I decide to goof off and get a snack and watch some TV. Duke and I take our usual spot in the living room. I’m sipping on my Coke and noshing on kettle chips when I hear the back door. Duke perks up and then lays back down on my feet.
“Mrs. Scott?”
I get up to help her and see Chef is with her, carrying in some bags as well. “What’s going on?”
“Special dinner tonight. Didn’t I tell you that this morning?” Mrs. Scott is putting items away in the pantry. Her hair is messy and she is looking and counting items franticly.
“No. I don’t remember, who is coming over?”
“It’s a family dinner meeting of some sort; your father has requested you join.”
“I have my doctor’s appointment until 6, and was hoping to hang out with Daniel later,” I whine.
Gah, let me get out of this.
I leave shortly after trying to get more information out of Mrs. Scott, which reveals nothing, because she doesn’t know anything more. I’m hung on the word family. It’s just me and my father, but family sounds intriguing.
I hit the button to sound that I’m at the door of Dr. Evan’s office. The receptionist isn’t at her desk to see me through the glass door and let me in. Instead, Dr. Evan walks over and hits the button himself.
“Sorry about that. Heather is out sick
The bell rings, and I’m off to the technology center. I walk as quickly as I can past the plaque that says “Warrington Hall.” It’s hard to be anonymous when your name is everywhere.
At the end of sixth period, the last class of the day, I meet up with Emily and Lucy at our lockers. We’ve had the same lockers since freshman year, so it’s our central hub. Emily is laughing, but Lucy looks upset.
“What up?” I open my locker to put in all the new textbooks I’ve been lugging around.
“You’re gonna love it,” Emily squees with joy in an octave as high as a little girl. She bounces up and down.
I laugh. “Oh, goody. Something happen to Coral?”
Emily nods.
“Wait, what?”
Lucy, behind Emily, looks solemn compared to Emily’s obvious excitement; whatever it is, it must be bad.
“Whoa, calm down Em. What happened?” I ask quietly. There are a few people looking over our way.
“Aw, well, it was epic! So, after assembly, I had World History with her, and she had this nosebleed. Nothing big, but like, it wouldn’t stop. Tissue after tissue. She was wiping away her makeup with it, blood and foundation mixed up, so gross. It got everywhere, and Ms. Johnston, old bottle glasses, was like blind to it. She told Coral to get a little princess grip and deal until after class, to see the nurse. It was hilarious; the extravagant fit Coral was throwing. Then Lucy came in at the bell, and Coral ran into her and SPLAT! Coral, face-down, nose busted! Her skirt up over her ass.” Emily is wide-eyed and giggling.
“I think she chipped a tooth,” Lucy says. “I was sent from the library, during my free period, to deliver a few books Ms. Johnston wanted. I feel horrible.”
“Whatevs, you shouldn’t. It was an accident. Coral is as mean as a rattlesnake. Happy to see she bleeds like the rest of us.”
I can’t believe it. She got a nosebleed. Karma is on my side. I grin at my friends. “Did she go home?”
“Coast is clear. No more Coral sightings,” Emily says. “This is gonna be a great year; I can feel it!”
Lucy’s eyes are cast down to the ground as we exit the school. My phone sounds with a text from Daniel; he has football practice and will call me later. I beam, getting into Lucy’s car.
I try to reassure Lucy in the driveway at my house, but her mood stays the same. She turns up her stereo and heads back down the driveway. She must be worried about a Coral repercussion. She’s famous for them. Strangely, I’m not worried. Bring it.
Chapter Three
I t’s only three in the afternoon, and I have an hour and a half before my appointment with Dr. Evan. So like most well-adjusted academic kids, I decide to goof off and get a snack and watch some TV. Duke and I take our usual spot in the living room. I’m sipping on my Coke and noshing on kettle chips when I hear the back door. Duke perks up and then lays back down on my feet.
“Mrs. Scott?”
I get up to help her and see Chef is with her, carrying in some bags as well. “What’s going on?”
“Special dinner tonight. Didn’t I tell you that this morning?” Mrs. Scott is putting items away in the pantry. Her hair is messy and she is looking and counting items franticly.
“No. I don’t remember, who is coming over?”
“It’s a family dinner meeting of some sort; your father has requested you join.”
“I have my doctor’s appointment until 6, and was hoping to hang out with Daniel later,” I whine.
Gah, let me get out of this.
I leave shortly after trying to get more information out of Mrs. Scott, which reveals nothing, because she doesn’t know anything more. I’m hung on the word family. It’s just me and my father, but family sounds intriguing.
I hit the button to sound that I’m at the door of Dr. Evan’s office. The receptionist isn’t at her desk to see me through the glass door and let me in. Instead, Dr. Evan walks over and hits the button himself.
“Sorry about that. Heather is out sick